The sapling shimmied
And twisted her leafy skirt
To the river’s dusk song.
As the Sun took a bow,
Thousands of insects
Blazed with her last light
And clapped their appreciation
Against the stream’s
Bright surface.
This I believe
The sapling shimmied
And twisted her leafy skirt
To the river’s dusk song.
As the Sun took a bow,
Thousands of insects
Blazed with her last light
And clapped their appreciation
Against the stream’s
Bright surface.